This past week I divided up the documentary "Jesus Camp" on different days because I could not handle it all at once. I am shocked, horrified and deeply distressed by this film. I could probably go on for hours (and I have) about my issues with everything that was said by those kids and their parents and that awful, awful woman. Shudder. But I ( Read more... )

I'm fine. Everything is just dandy.

I just want to be done ( Read more... )

writing from experience is bullshit. "write what you know." pshhhh.

fuck this prose.

I take one one one cause you left me and
Two two two for my family and
3 3 3 for my heartache and
4 4 4 for my headaches and
5 5 5 for my lonely and
6 6 6 for my sorrow and
7 7 for no tomorrow and
8 8 I forget what 8 was for but
9 9 9 for a lost God and
10 10 10 10 for everything
Everything everything everything

Last night I had a nightmare. I had to retake a Humanities test about the Gilded Age. When I walked into the room, Jim was there, he handed me a test, I sat down and looked at it. It wasn't a Humanities test, it was a Math test! Jim was like, "they used all kinds of Math in the Gilded Age, so we thought we'd give you this Math test as your ( Read more... )

My break has ended, and figured out that what I needed was a new journal. So here it is. Have fun.
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